Friday, July 31, 2020

Poisoned Primrose Tour and Giveaway


Poisoned Primrose 
Motts Cold Case Mystery Book 1 
by Dahlia Donovan 
Genre: Cozy Mystery 


Autistic, asexual, and almost forty, Pineapple “Motts” Mottley flees London with her cat and turtle to a quaint cottage in Cornwall. She craves the peace of life in a small village. The dead body buried in her garden isn’t quite what she had in mind, though.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she falls directly into a mess of trouble and runs head-first into the attractive detective inspector, Teo Herceg. She tries to balance her business with the investigation, but as the killer focuses on her, staying alive becomes trickier than advanced origami.

Will Motts survive the onslaught of murderously bad luck?

Can she solve the mystery before it all spins out of control and off a cliff? 



Chapter One

A cat, a turtle, and a Pineapple walk into a cottage…. That’s it. That’s the punch line of my life choices.

“Well, here we are.” Motts closed the solid wooden front door to her new cottage, leaning back against it and releasing a pent-up sigh. She opened her bluish-grey eyes to stare at all the boxes, plastic bins, and bags. “Bugger. You’ve no one to blame but yourself for this, Pineapple Mottley.”

Pineapple Meg Mottley had been so named because her mother had craved nothing but the tropical fruit during her one and only pregnancy. There’d only been one issue. No one ever called her Pineapple; her uncle had nicknamed her Motts as an infant, and it stuck.

Meow.

The plaintive cry came from behind one of the boxes. Motts moved quickly to lift up her precious cat. Cactus was a tortoiseshell Sphynx cat; she’d found the poor dear at a shelter and fallen head-over-sneakers in love. He buried his head in her shoulder-length brown hair, purring his little heart out.

She stroked the suede-like downy fuzz covering his wrinkly body. “What are we going to do about this mess? Want to help me unpack? No?”

Figures.

What have I gotten myself into?

When her auntie Daisy had passed away, Motts had taken the inherited cottage as a sign. London had always been overwhelming to her senses. Polperro was a much quieter place with a slower pace suited for her autistic needs.

She loved Polperro. Her parents were both originally from Cornwall. A lot of her family lived in the area, as did her ex-girlfriend.

Despite having spent many a holiday with family at the cottage, Motts found herself overwhelmed by the sudden change. This was a terrible idea. I should’ve sold the house. I am such a silly fool.

Okay.

Take a few deep breaths.

Match Cactus’s purring. 

You’re going to be okay.

“Ahh!” She jumped when a rapid knocking on the door jolted her. “For goodness sake.”

“Motts? You okay?” 

She spun around and yanked the door open to find the welcome sight of her ex-girlfriend, Pravina Griffin, and Vina’s twin brother, Nish. “I’m….”

How do I finish the sentence?

Panicked?

In the middle of the biggest mistake I’ve ever made?

Just slightly overcome by irrational fear?

Nish moved forward to take Cactus from her arms while Vina led her inside. “Amma is bringing over supper. She wanted to let the sambar simmer a little longer. She even made your favourite kind of rice.”

The Griffin twins took after their Tamil mother, Leena, who’d been a Bollywood star before falling in love with Cadan Griffin, a Cornish-Indian cricket player. They’d settled in Polperro to run a coffee shop and bakery. Griffin Brews had been around for thirty-plus years, and now their children managed it, allowing their parents to retire early.

Leena and Cadan had welcomed Motts with open arms even before she’d briefly dated their daughter. Motts and Vina had realised over the years that their close bond felt more like that of siblings. They’d dumped each other but remained the best of friends, where they’d started in the first place.

“Let’s talk about something less daunting than unpacking. How goes the dating life? Did you fill out a dating profile on the site I emailed you?” Vina plucked Moss, Motts’s turtle, out of his travel terrarium. “Well?”

“No, I didn’t. There’s no box to check for asexual, biromantic autistic.” Motts gently took Moss to return her to a safer place. “No touching the turtle.”







Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games. 





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Mental Damnation Tour and Giveaway


Mental Damnation: Reality 
Book 1 
by Konn Lavery 
Genre: Dark Fantasy 


Banished to the Underworld. A Ritual. The Disease. 

Enter the rich mythical world of Konn Lavery's debut novel containing a military dictatorship, cults, and politically-driven gangs. 

After Krista's people were banished from the surface by the humans, they were reduced to violence and hatred. 

She and her only friend, Darkwing, survive as street kids as their people's leaders become crazed from an unknown disease - Mental Damnation. After their infection, the Guardians develop a bizarre interest in her, claiming they must reap her innocence for their newfound master, the Weaver. 

Krista has limited options for survival: Does she fend for her life in the City of Renascence, or risk leaving everything behind and enter the uncharted realm of the underworld?

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"Konn Lavery has taken me into his mind and carried me on a richly woven tapestry of metaphors for the human condition."- Amber, Goodreads Reviewer

"Both well-written and well thought out, Mental Damnation is an instant classic and I can't wait to see what happens next!"
- Joshua Grant, Goodreads Reviewer

"When I finally got into the actual book, I found myself unable to put it down, even reading it on my break at work"
- Dawn Herbert, Goodreads Reviewer 

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Mental Damnation: Dream 
Book 2 


A Fallen God. The Marking. Damnation Has Begun.
The ritual set everything in motion for Krista in the continuation of the Mental Damnation series hinting at the afterlife, and a lurkingevil.
Gatekeeper Danil found and used her in an unholy event which completes Krista's infection of Mental Damnation.
It is the very disease that collapsed her leaders and wreaked havocamong her people, how will she maintain her sanity through the visionsof hell?
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"Lavery writes an extremely good book: captivating, highly descriptive, emotional and hauntingly poignant."
- G.J. Griffiths, Goodreads Reviewer
"The world Mr. Lavery created is absolutely captivating and the illustrations beautiful!"
- Cassandra Larsen, Goodreads Reviewer
"I'm invested now an will continue to follow this story in the next book."
- Jenae (Jeni), Goodreads Reviewer 





Mental Damnation: Purity 
Book 3 


Krista allies with a fallen paladin as the Weaver sends his deadliest servant after her.
The Mental Damnation series continues in a high fantasy tale of forbidden love, banishment, and fallen warriors.
Krista's hope of escaping Dreadweave Pass lessens as the Weaver sends a fallen angel to capture her. Will her allegiance with a corrupt paladin be enough to triumph?
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"Book three in the Mental Damnation series picks up perfectly and continues with Krista's story. There is a lot of action, drama and suspense"
- Sheri, Goodreads Reviewer 





Mental Damnation: Mortal 
Book 4 


Damnation ends. The Afterlife is at war. Krista must fend for herself.
Mortal is the concluding novel of the dark fantasy series Mental Damnation. Follow Krista as she descends further into Dreadweave Pass and fulfilling the path of a warrior set by her father, reinforced by her allies. Will Krista manage to escape the land of the damned? She fights to return to Darkwing in the mortal realm, as he struggles to rescue her. Home is no safe haven either, for her people and the humans are on the brink of an all-out-war. 



Salanth hurried over to the river until his bare feet touched the shores. The creek moved through his scaly toes as he splashed around with joy. He stared down at the running water, watching the rocky riverbed. Krista was not far behind him and jumped into the shallow creek, creating a large splash, hitting her little brother with a volley of droplets. Salanth squealed and ran away from Krista, stomping in the water.

Krista giggled and chased her little brother. “Come back here!”

She ran after Salanth until her little brother suddenly stopped. His tail was pointed horizontally. Krista came to a halt. A massive, furry, brown beast was about two dozen paces away from them. The husky animal’s paws were drenched in water. Its belly and neck were soaked, water dripping down. The head was arched toward the two Scalebane children, and its black beady eyes stared at Salanth. That was the stench. Krista could smell it clearly now.

Bear, she thought. The blood in her veins pumped directly into her scalp-feathers, causing them to stand upright, the natural reaction for vazeleads when frightened or angered. She had seen bears in Kuzuchi Forest before, but never this close. This was dangerous. They were easy prey. She knew she had to get Salanth out of there.

The sound of the water amplified with each breath Krista took. Her senses skyrocketed into full awareness—the branches swaying, the leaves blowing, the water dripping off the bear, and the unholy stink. What was she supposed to do? Her father had taught her the basics of hunting and harvesting berries in the forest. He also taught her how to avoid animals by recognizing their smell, but Krista had simply ignored the warning signs this time, not realizing the danger. Father hadn’t yet taught her what to do if she came face-to-face with a predator the size of a bear. She wasn’t careful, and now Salanth was in danger because of her foolishness. She had to get him out of there safely. That was the duty of an older sibling.

“Salanth,” Krista said softly. She took several steps, dragging her feet through the water so she didn’t make a splash.

Her eyes locked on the bear. The animal didn’t move, still staring at her little brother. Krista was now directly behind Salanth. Her tail moved in front of her, gently touching Salanth’s tail. The subtle connection caused the little vazelead to stiffen.

“It’s okay, Salanth,” Krista said while sliding her hands under her little brother's armpits. If the bear were to act, Krista was ready. “Just stay calm. Father said they get mean when you wiggle too much.”

Water splashed beside the bear’s paws. The animal snorted, and with a swift strike, it pulled out a fish from the river, piercing it with its claws. The animal snagged the prey with its sharp teeth, puncturing down through the scales. The fish squirmed uncontrollably as the bear chowed down its flesh.

That’s it, Krista thought. She grabbed her little brother tightly, pulling him up and backing away from the bear.

“I need you to be my eyes,” Krista said as she turned her little brother so he could see behind her. As she spun Salanth around, she turned to face downstream. Krista gradually picked up her pace, making sure she didn’t make too many splashes as she walked toward the shore.

Oh, please don’t be following us, Krista thought. She felt her heart pound as she stepped out of the water and onto the muddy ground. The sensation of the dirt sticking to her scaly feet was a small sign of success.

“How are we doing there, Salanth?” Krista asked in a soft tone. She didn’t want to be too loud and risk worrying Salanth or getting the bear’s attention. “You see the bear?”

Salanth mumbled, but it wasn’t clear what he meant.

“Salanth? Do you see the bear?”

Nothing. Salanth hugged Krista’s neck.

“Salanth,” Krista said, irritation filling her voice.

A twig snapped behind them, and Krista’s tail instinctively stood straight up. The scales on her back tingled. She didn’t even look to see what was there; she simply ran. Her heart raced, pumping uncontrollably as she rushed through the forest back toward the village.

Please, please, please, Krista thought. Her mind could only play visions of a giant furry beast rushing down behind them. Powerful paws. The teeth. A beast like that could snag her and maul her in a blink of an eye. Shredding flesh. The thought was on repeat. She felt the need to check over her shoulder. Then again, there was no point if she was about to meet her fate. Krista couldn’t resist. She had to know if the bear was there. If he was, she could throw Salanth out of the way and sacrifice herself so he could escape.

She took a quick spin around, moving backward. Only trees were behind them. Krista allowed herself a toothy smile as she exhaled with relief. The bear was not there. It was probably back by the river, distracted by the fish. Salanth and Krista were safe. Still sprinting, she turned to face a tree directly in front of them.

Her eyes widened as she tried to skid to a stop. The ground was muddy. She slid. Too late. Krista shielded her little brother with her shoulder as they collided with the tree. The Scalebane siblings smashed into the trunk with a heavy thud. Krista’s shoulder hit first, followed by her skull, which rebounded off the bark. She hissed as she collapsed into a ball, still holding on to Salanth. Her face slammed into the dirt, vision blurring, head spinning. Her ear-holes rang. She lifted her head, trying to confirm that the bear was not there.

Where is it? Krista thought while her vision began to centre itself.

Salanth wiggled in her arms, squawking.

Krista’s eyesight returned, and her hearing tuned to normal. She scanned the forest, looking as far as she could see into the greenery in all directions. The bear wasn’t there. They were safe. Her little brother was curled up against her chest, safe. She grabbed him with both arms and spun him around a couple of times, checking for any scrapes and bruises. Nothing new.

“You’re fine,” Krista said.

She let her brother go, getting herself up. The movement caused her to yelp as pain ruptured from her arm and up to her head. A mixture of mud and black blood ran along her arm. She would be feeling that for the next couple of days. Not to mention the fact that Mum and Father would have a freak-out about this adventure. There was no way she could cover up these scrapes.

I hit a rock, Krista thought, trying to conceptualize a lie to tell her parents. They didn’t need to know that she’d taken Salanth into Kuzuchi Forest. As long as they couldn’t smell the woods on them, they would be fine. Even if they did, Krista would be okay. What mattered was that she had followed her father’s training and protected Salanth. After all, she was the older sibling, as fate would have it.



Konn Lavery is a Canadian author whose work has been recognized by Edmonton’s top five bestseller charts and by reviewers such as Readers’ Favorite, and Literary Titan. 

He started writing stories at a young age while being homeschooled. After graduating from graphic design college, he began professionally pursuing his writing with his first release, Reality. He continues to write in the thriller, horror, and fantasy genres. 

He balances his literary work along with his own graphic design and website development business, titled Reveal Design (www.revealdesign.ca). His visual communication skills have been transcribed into the formatting and artwork found within his publications supporting his fascination of transmedia storytelling. 





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All That & Moore Tour and Giveaway


I Am Moore
All That & Moore Book 1
by Celeste Granger
Genre: African American Contemporary Romance

Emery Moore moved away from home after finishing her juris doctorate. She was a successful corporate attorney and had been living in Washington D. C. for the past five years. It wasn’t often that she returned home to Atlanta, but the love of her family drew her back. Emery had success in so many facets of her life, but she hadn’t been as lucky in love. The word love was unsettling for Emery; it was loaded with notions of submissiveness and sacrifice, the loss of self and being dependent on another person. Notions Emery wasn’t sure she wanted. Yet, there was someone Emery couldn’t shake her soul loose of and she tussled with her heart and the sensible tug in her mind daily.

Evan Stanton Esq. had been an integral part of Emery Moore’s life for the past six months. He like she, was an attorney. During the day, the attorneys at law litigated from different sides of the aisle; fighting with everything they had for their clients. But for the past few months, business was left at the door, and the fighting ended as Evan and Emery delved into uncharted territory. Evan loved how Emery felt in his arms. The curve of her hips, the arch in her back made it difficult to keep his hands off her. It wasn’t always like this. Emery had to be pursued, and although Evan was attracted to her unapologetic disposition in the courtroom, along with her sophisticated air, Emery was a challenge; one that Evan planned to take on full steam ahead.

This book can be read as a standalone. It is interconnected to the All That & Moore series



I object, your honor,” Attorney Emery Moore demanded; standing to her feet and shooting a harsh look towards her opponent’s table. “His objection is baseless, factless and immaterial to this case.” Emery stood firm in her conviction, showing no sign of weakness.

Damn she fine, was Attorney Evan Stanton’s only thought as he watched Emery Moore work. The navy pinstripe pantsuit she wore, graced Emery’s curves in all the right places. The satin steel-gray blouse with the high collar, accentuated Emery’s elegant neck. She was a commanding, sexy presence and Evan couldn’t keep his eyes off her no matter how hard he tried. And he did try. This wasn’t the first time the legal-duo sat at opposing tables fighting for different causes they both wholeheartedly believed in. That first time, he was victorious. Emery was gracious in defeat. That was the first time he touched her, when they shook hands. There was a moment, neither of them could deny; an electric magnetism that piqued his masculinity and made Emery quickly draw her hand back. She smiled to cover her movement, but Evan knew she felt it, too. Yet even through her smoldering smile, Evan could see she detested losing. She’d been gunning for him ever since. He liked it, a lot.

Sustained,” Judge Marlon Beckham replied. A smile eased across Emery’s lips as even a small victory against Attorney Stanton was worth celebrating. His reputation as a skilled and stealthy attorney preceded him. Emery returned to her seat, but this time when she glanced over at the prosecutor’s table, she still wore a slight smile. When Evan turned in response to her gaze, their eyes connected for the briefest moment before Emery felt heat rising in her cheeks and turned away. Attorney Moore’s second chair assistant Deneen Simmons saw the exchange between the two but didn’t comment as Judge Beckham addressed the court.

I have heard arguments from counsel and the jury has been instructed. The jury will now be excused for deliberation. Court is adjourned.”

Both attorneys stood as the jury members filed out. Deneen gathered Emery’s notes from the table and prepared their team to leave. Emery watched the jurors, attempting to make eye contact with as many of them as she could. Emery hoped that her closing argument had been powerful enough to sway those who might be on the fence. This was a precedent-setting case for her clients, worth millions of dollars in civil and punitive damages. She did not want to lose this one. Emery felt a rushing in her cheeks again, stemming from the fluttering in her heart. She felt his eyes on her and tried not to respond overtly. But the quiver that trailed up her spine was undeniable. No sooner than the door to the judge’s chamber closed, Emery turned sharply, moving into the center aisle and headed toward the exit.

He’s watching my ass. She dared not turn around to catch Evan in the act. That would give him too much credit. Emery wasn’t willing to do that. Deneen fell in line behind her boss and momentarily interrupted Evan’s penetrating stare. Just as Emery approached the exit door, she turned her cell phone on. This judge was notorious for making an example out of anyone who didn’t honor the silence your phone rule in his courtroom. Immediately a text message came through.

Don’t forget about dinner this evening and don’t be late. Love ya.

Simultaneously, Emery smiled and rolled her eyes. She hadn’t forgotten. Their family dinners were legendary, and she didn’t need her mom to remind her like she was still a school girl. Maybe she did because Emery had been gone so long. Or at least that’s the way her mother, Felicia described Emery’s five-year stint in Washington D. C. 

Let me get that for you.”

Emery didn’t have to look up to recognize the timbre of his baritone voice. She’d been so focused on her phone and mom’s text, she hadn’t noticed Evan gliding up beside her. If nothing more, Emery should have recognized the quickening of her heartbeat and the sensation of heat she felt around her. Deneen smiled and made no bones about looking up into the handsome face of Attorney Stanton. He was six feet of chocolate deliciousness that no woman willingly resisted. Well, with the exception of her boss apparently.

Evan opened the door and stepped slightly aside to allow the women to pass in front of him. Instantly, there was an onslaught of flashing lights and high-beam lights from the media who lurked outside the courtroom door. The assaulting lights were matched by a barrage of questions hurled at the lawyers.

Attorney Moore!”

Attorney Stanton!”

The questions were coming so fast, there was no way a single question could be deciphered. Emery fully expected Evan to stand there, in his glory, and field whatever questions were pointed in his direction. Some called him a media whore because he loved the spotlight, or the spotlight loved him. The crowd started to close in on those trying to leave the courtroom. Attorney Moore, which her much slighter frame, was getting boxed in and tussled. Then, Emery felt a firm hand to the middle of her back that damn-near buckled her knees. Again, it wasn’t necessary to turn around to identify that touch. It was Evan. Emery flushed internally and heard her heart pounding in her ears. She shook her head slightly and hopefully undetectably, trying to stave off the sensation. One touch Emery, really? Her inner chastisement rang out. She would like to deny how a touch from Evan made her body feel; rule it out as the crowd pressing in on her or anything other than what it was, but Emery couldn’t. She couldn’t deny it no matter how hard she tried.

Even with the pushing and shoving of the people around them, Evan looked down to the small of Emery’s back. His hand fit perfectly there. It felt familiar and right. With his other arm, Evan put up a muscular block to keep the crowd from impeding Emery’s space even more. His natural instinct was to protect her, even though she was the opposition. Evan took charge, ushering Emery and her assistant to the back of the courthouse where the press was prohibited. 

Once they were safely inside, Evan’s touch remained. When Emery turned to face him, they were but a lean in away.

Thank you,” she uttered; her eyes pulled upwards into his dark-brown eyes set against even darker, smooth chocolate skin.

The two lingered there; entrapped in a gaze that set their souls on fire. It was only when Deneen loudly cleared her throat did the entrancement end."




Teach Me Moore
All That & Moore Book 2 

One family. Eight sisters, tangled in romance. Kennedy Moore, the second Moore sister, is the glue that holds the sisterhood together. While Emery, the oldest sister, was away in Washington DC, it was Kennedy that her younger sisters leaned on. A master chef in her own right, Kennedy spends most of her time in the background, pouring her passion into the culinary delicacies she creates for her clientele. Being in the kitchen has left little time for Kennedy to find love, outside of the love she has for culinary arts.
Bryce Monroe is the owner and head chef of Taste, a world-renowned, four-star restaurant in the heart of downtown Atlanta. Much like Kennedy, Bryce spends his days and nights in the kitchen, masterfully creating delectable dishes that keep his clientele coming back for more. Bryce is a multimillionaire who has everything he’s always wanted except someone special to share it with.
An unintentional brush with Bryce Monroe reminds Kennedy that there is more to life than cooking and taking care of her sisters. The two have so much in common, and the chemistry they mutually felt shakes both their foundations. Bryce is captivated by Kennedy and realizes she is what he’s been missing. Yet, Kennedy shies away, unsure whether there’s room for something more in the world she’s created for herself. Will Kennedy let down her guard and allow love in? Will Bryce push past her resistance and pursue the love of his life? Find out in Teach Me Moore: Book 2 in the All That & Moore Series.
Each book in the series is a full novel and can be read as a standalone.




Expect Moore
All That & Moore Book 3 


One family. Eight sisters, tangled in romance. Daphne Moore, third eldest sister of the Moore girls has had tremendous success in her professional life. As the Founder and Head Mistress of Moore Academy for Girls, Daphne taught her girls to be smart, self-reliant and confident. Yet, with all the success in her career, Daphne struggled when it came to matters of the heart. Daphne spent three years of her life loving a man who didn’t show the same kind of faithful, unwavering love. The wounds Stephen left were deep, and Daphne wasn’t sure she’d ever recover. Nicholas St. John, preeminent real estate developer and multimillionaire, was much like Daphne, successful professionally. However, unlike Daphne, there wasn’t an unfaithful lover to taint Nicholas’ view on love, Nicholas simply never made time for it. But an accidental encounter between the two would change the trajectory of both their lives.



So Much Moore
All That & Moore Book 4 

One family. Eight sisters, tangled in romance. Felicity Moore, an actuary and entrepreneur, deals with facts and numbers as the foundation of her business. Her hard work and nurturing dedication is what makes her a leader in the industry. It’s the one thing that her world revolves around on a daily basis, and because of it, there had been no time for love or no place for a relationship in Felicity’s life.
It is the sole reason why when Garrett Thompson enters her life, Felicity doesn’t take him seriously. Especially with him being a trust fund baby. He’s never had to work to earn a living. Although Garrett does dabble in philanthropic endeavors, he spends much of his time living in the lap of luxury; doing the things he wants to and nothing that he doesn’t have to. Garrett lives by choice, and any relationship he’s had in the past has been an accessory to his lifestyle not a primary focus. With Garrett living life on his own terms, what if anything do they have in common?
Despite Felicity being dismissive of him, Garrett intends to prove just how serious he can be.




Never Moore
All That & Moore Book 5 

He was her best friend. She was the girl of his dreams.

Charity Moore is on the cusp of becoming the neurosurgeon she has always dreamed of becoming. As a student physician for world renowned Emory University Hospital, Charity demonstrates her intellectual prowess in the classroom and in the operating room. Charity has been plotting her course of becoming a surgeon for as long as she can remember. She plays by the rules, colors within the lines and does what is necessary to make her dreams come true.

O’Shea Ali, is also a student physician at Emory Hospital. As the son of international industry giants, financial security has never been an issue. For O’Shea, becoming a neurosurgeon isn’t about prestige or financial gain. His desire stems from O’Shea’s passion to charter new medical territory and save lives. O’Shea lives his life passionately without restriction. He fights for what he believes in and is a fierce protector of the one’s he loves. That includes Charity.

But emerging desire crosses the friendship line, catapulting Charity and O’Shea out of the friendship zone and into dangerous territory. Charity fears their new entanglement is risky and may cost her the very relationship she treasures most. While O’Shea’s unbridled yearnings for Charity become harder to contain, he doesn’t want to lose what they have in pursuit of what he craves.

The All That and Moore series follows each sister in the Moore family as they navigate through the entanglements romance brings. Each book can be enjoyed if read as a standalone or if it’s read in the order of the series




Promise Me Moore
All That & Moore Book 6 

Physical therapist, Aubrey Moore, is growing her private practice, heavily courted by coaches from every major sport as she continues to become a household name. Focusing exclusively on her business, Aubrey has made little time for matters of the heart until retail store mogul and multimillionaire, Brett Quinn catches her eye during a charity basketball game. No one woman has captivated Brett’s heart but that fleeting encounter ignited a spark, and when they meet again, the seed of attraction that captivated them before blooms, leaving them both to wonder if their reunion could be their second chance.

The All That and Moore series follows each sister in the Moore family as they navigate through the entanglements romance brings. Each book can be enjoyed if read as a standalone or if it’s read in the order of the series




Moore Than Enough
All That & Moore Book 7 

As an international attaché to a Sudanese Diplomat, Ivory Moore is constantly surrounded by very important people, making international exchange seem easy with her mastery of multiple languages and business accouterment. Between her job and her loving family, Ivory’s life is full. VIP’S don’t impress her. It takes more than that to gain Ivory’s attention. Or so she thought until a chance encounter with a blast from the past shakes her foundation at the very core.

Roman West was that disruption, rocking Ivory on her heels. A visit to the Sudanese Embassy brought Ivory Moore back into his life. Seeing her again reawakened feelings he thought were lost for good. Although their encounter seemed to have been by happenstance, Roman believed in destiny, and he refused to lose Ivory again. But Roman was a man with secrets; secrets that could ruin what he hoped would be their future and certainly devastate their past.




My Cherie a'Moore
All That & Moore Book 8 

She was somewhat of a free spirit, yet, she felt rightly guided to his.

Trinity Moore, burgeoning entrepreneur and youngest of the Moore sisters, does what she will. Whether business or pleasure, Trinity does it on her own terms, unapologetically.

But he touched her in a way Trinity couldn’t deny; assuaging unknown pains and awakening a transcendental energy that spoke to her soul. She realized she wanted more of that touch. Esau Knight was right there to fulfill her every desire.

All books in the All That & Moore series are standalone connected in a series with HEA’s.



"She remembered how he made her feel, how his hands eased her tensions, and soothed her aches; pains she didn’t even know she had. His hands were powerful and magical and tranquilizing putting her in a transcendental mental space of pure peace and bliss. He knew how to apply just enough pressure to assuage her ills, making any discomfort comfortable and unburden her in a way she didn’t know she needed. He dulcified any hurt, manipulating her flesh in such a way that she welcomed the manipulation. He made it easier for her to move and breathe, relaxing her mind, body and soul. He was a balm in her present-day Gilead.

He was sweet relief.

And every time Trinity looked at the phone number he gave her, she thought about calling him, Mr. Esau Amir Knight, masseuse extraordinaire. She laughed at the moniker she gave him, extraordinaire. But he was extraordinary with his hands. Yet, when Trinity entertained calling Esau, she hesitated. First, she wasn’t the kind of girl to make the first move. Second, just because he knew what to do with his hands wasn’t enough.

Enough for what, was the question that immediately followed. Calling Esau didn’t mean marrying him. It was just a phone call. But the reason Trinity automatically jumped to matrimony was because all her sisters, all eight of them were either planning a wedding or already married. She was the lone single sister, the only one left without a man. And she wasn’t getting any younger! Her family never said that or put any kind of pressure on Trinity to settle down, but that didn’t stop other people from doing it, reminding her that she was getting older, that she was the only one unbetrothed. Sure, it was 2020, but there were plenty of people still professing the notion of a woman being a spinster if she were not affianced by a certain age.

Most times, without a second thought, Trinity could blow the person off or, if necessary, put them in their place. Other times, though, not having that special someone and being reminded of it, hurt a little. Everyone wants to be loved the right way, despite what they say. Trinity was no different. Sitting in her car, Trinity turned Esau’s business card over and over in her hand. Should she call?

Whew, chile,” Trinity sighed as she picked up her cell phone. Slowly, she punched in the numbers, nervously looking back and forth between the card and her cell. When she pressed the last number, Trinity hesitated again before hitting send. “Lord, what if he answers? What am I gonna say?” Was this technically making the first move? Was it a move at all? Trinity’s perfectly manicured finger stood poised over the send button.

Yikes!”

Trinity pressed the button, and the phone started to ring. She contemplated hanging up. Why was she so nervous?

Then, the like cracked.

Hello?”

Trinity felt like her heart leapt into her throat, blocking her ability to speak. She remembered that voice and how it reverberated through her core the first time he whispered in her ear.

Hello?” He repeated.

Uhm, hi,” she was finally able to say. “May I speak with Esau?”

Trinity knew that, but it was still polite to ask. She didn’t want to give Esau the impression that she thought about him past that initial massage.

This is him.” She could easily get lost in the mellow croon of his voice, but Trinity needed to remain focused. She still wasn’t sure what the hell she was going to say.

I’m sure you probably don’t remember me. I mean, I’m sure you give hundreds of massages a week,” Trinity rambled. “But this is Trinity.”

I do remember,” Esau chortled. “Trinity Moore, you were with your sisters if I’m not mistaken. I’m glad you called.”

She could feel his smile through the phone. His voice was just about as enticing as his hands. Trinity was speechless. He remembered her! Oh, my God!! Seriously??  She was shocked.

Before she could figure out what to say, Esau spoke.

So, Trinity, are you ready for another massage?”

She was nodding even before she could speak.

When are you available?” That’s all she could think to say.

Whenever you need me,” Esau crooned.




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